"Oh God, oh God, oh God..." Gabriella had nothing to hold onto and thought for sure she would fall, but Henry's hands seemed pretty strong. She just had to trust him that he would hold her and he would...
"So good," she babbled, then gasped when he started fucking her harder. Not making love, really, but it wasn't like she was arguing. It felt good even if she still couldn't see Henry's face because she could hear his words. He was right and she'd been wrong again; he loved her and wanted her. Gabriella was crying a little and whispered, "Sorry... fuck, sorry, sorry," every time his cock pushed harder inside of her.
"My... pussy feels so good, please Henry, please," she kept rambling, trying to think up any dirty word she could and not really coming up with much. Finally as his cock pushed into her so much she thought he would break her with the speed and force, she whimpered out, "What... dirty words do... you like?"